| My river of serpents, innocence is your name
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| When dawn entwines me in its cold dew
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| The grass awakes the serpent’s dream
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| Oh, mournful eyes, lust is gone
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| Forever seems the cold morning mist
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| The river of mine, waters of black hate
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| Pure am I, I saw a ghost of her dying light
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| (The river, it crawls close to me…
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| And serpents are all around my forlorn shade
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| Haunting me, the whispering of ghosts
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| The longing won’t stop, my raven heart
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| The grass whispers, the mist is my veil
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| Of innocence and of my hate…)
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| Take me down, let me be free
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| In my river of serpent dreams
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| Tending the cold caresses, my mournful eyes
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| My suffering is your time…
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| (The longing won’t stop, light descends
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| Of suffering he is born, the shade of man
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| He once was… he once was a light…) |